"I'm on to something here," Han Yu murmured.
He wasn't just harvesting emotions—he was cultivating a reputationless legacy of mischief.
No one would know it was him. No one could connect the dots. But their hearts, their qi, their very souls… would fuel his rise.
"I'm going to prank my way to the top of the Soul Cultivation world," Han Yu declared boldly to a bewildered bird on his windowsill.
The bird flew away in alarm.
"Smart bird," he nodded.
He quickly returned to his scheming mode and took out the list of disciples before picking his next target. Now that he had gotten a taste of power, he was not gonna stop.
The Twin Leaf Peak Sect had no idea about the kind of chaos Han Yu was going to cause soon.
Han Yu crouched behind a bush near the area where a few Inner Sect Disciples had thier alchemy huts set up. He was chewing on a dried plum and grinning like a fox that had just spotted a henhouse.
